K SMITH - Keys! lyrics

rate me

Say I feel sorry for my enemies, any nigga that was a friend of me

Any nigga that broke bags, we on that, why you so sad

Can’t hold it down, you so clown

Never let that kind of nigga beg around

My real friends like family

Try to break this up, we gonna break it down, I promise

Lord knows I told you, I’m still that same nigga from 54

Still riding round, I’ma kinda slowly

Grown man on my grown shit, still riding round with my homies

We ain’t looking for no problems, but if you want some, we on it

I just moved out of my house, big willies said it was time

For a minute then I lost my mind,

I got up all on my grind, had to get out my feelings

And get on my bizness, money all on my mind

I don’t need them digits,

In my account, them bills all in my line

And plus them bitches all on my line

Cause they know a nigga balling, you know they want it

Cause they see a nigga floating, but they used to try to floss me, hold up

Back then they didn’t want me, now I’m hot they all on me

Same as these lame niggas, but I tell them boys I ain’t playing with em

Really got a feeling that I’m really the illest and it’s really my time right now

Whoa, …by I’m playing, them games gotta go from my goals

Gotta get it right now, whoa

Everybody know bout me, me

I’m tryina do my thing, why they hating, why they hating

Why these niggas won’t let me be? Huh?